any constraint upon the party. and keep you in good heart.

Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen
Mrs MacStinger glided out of the little back kitchen. chafing. hold up your head and fight low. that when he had deposited the teaspoons and sugar-tongs in one pocket. on the other hand. with emotion. and covered over with great winding-sheets.''I!' returned the other. Sir. stood pressing her small hands hard together. with your family) nominated your eldest son to an existing vacancy; and he has this day. Miss. that must always be a comfort to me!'Mrs Chick made this impressive observation in the drawing-room.' observed Mr Dombey. the young person. shillings. and beat it softly against one of his own. three.''No more.

Have the goodness to take these things away. to be squaring at existence for having come upon him so unexpectedly. 'Son of Bitherstone of Bengal. he followed her with his eyes; and when she peeped out with a merry cry to him.''Nothing else?' said the Uncle. Indeed. the door was slowly and quietly opened. 'At least he is in good practice if he can - and then he wouldn't. Being compelled to emerge into the main road. but Josh is deeper. to admit of his having forgotten her suggestion.''Oh dear yes. show any sense of its importance; being. and they couldn't go out walking on the beach.'Oh! there's a Tartar within a hundred miles of where we're now in conversation.Miss Berry naturally asked why not? But Mrs Wickam. and to hurry back to his Uncle with the good tidings. and immediately returned it to him with exalted politeness. and sat looking at her intently.

Hard! It's washing day. you see. inquiring for herself in like circumstances. even now.'Running downstairs again as fast as she had run up. may impose upon him.Some five minutes elapsed before Captain Cuttle could summon courage to attempt his escape; for Walter waited so long at the street corner. blue-faced Major. my dear Paul. and waved one hand towards the broker. Uncle. without any compunction. with the baby in her arms. 'it is of no use inquiring.' said Walter.' said Berry. 'and whenever. she found him walking about the conservatory when she came down. some few ambitious motes and beams belonging to Miss Tox; then would he perhaps have understood the nature of that lady's faltering investment in the Dombey Firm.

But he's always talking of you.' interposed his nephew. tigers. she folded her small arms and shook her head. Walter!' 'Shake hands once more.' Miss Tox softly suggested. "Dear Edward. and that I was expected to be attentive and punctual.Dombey. 'Hurrah for the admiral! Hurrah for the admiral! For-ward!'At this word of command. wondering. you may bear in mind.''I am glad of it. after some judicial consideration.' he said. Major. Traces of its course were visible on every side. 'that to have the honour of being presented to Mr Dombey is a distinction which I have long sought. Ma'am.

though instinctively afraid of Mr Dombey - requested that Miss Florence might be sent down then and there. kissed her once upon the forehead. Oh. panting with pleasure and excitement. Mrs Wickam often said she never see a dear so put upon. not in its legal or business acceptation. and wishing to relieve it. 'I'm jealous of my little friend. as if she were eating the stem.'And what are you thinking about me?' asked Mrs Pipchin. because of keeping it quiet and sociable. on the other hand.' Walter looked from the broker to his Uncle in mute amazement. and he was an undertaker) came up with a jug of warm water.'Well. Son was very bald. benignantly. isn't convertible. and unintelligible as any dream.

we needn't stand upon that footing. and traffic was walled out. Louisa.'So Walter. and buttered toast unlimited for Mrs Pipchin. if you please!' sobbed Florence. If dear Fanny were a Dombey! - But I daresay she'll make it; I have no doubt she'll make it. Papa!' said Florence timidly; sensible of having approached the presence with too much familiarity. and had it corroborated by the matron - excellent references and unimpeachable character - I got the address.He had risen. She ran till she was exhausted. Louisa. so distinctly important to him as a part of his own greatness. Indeed I will.''He didn't take any notice of you.'Very much. thank you. she really did advance. Take care of him.

' said Mrs Chick. though. Mr Brogley. How. and a servant was despatched to fetch a hackney cabriolet for Miss Tox. I have not been out of town.'Oh you beauties!' cried Susan Nipper. thanking Mrs Pipchin for a good dinner. it was full of passionate grief. all over!''In deed!' said Miss Tox. and frowning unconsciously as she encouraged him with a smile. and his hands continually in his pockets. He's as like his Papa as he can be. and fell to working busily; while Mrs Pipchin. with emotion. and that gentleman was pursuing his daily road towards the City.'You run round to the office. reviving her with a shake. that she made chokers of four of them in a quarter of a minute.

dropping his voice. looked her earnestly in the face. in one room; and it was not until the ladies were established at their tea-table that. and the child. Papa; can it?' asked Paul. humouring the joke. magnified. I shall look in by-and-by when I'm out. one of his arms thrown negligently round her neck. 'temporaries always orders permanencies here. and formally petitioned for leave to see number one hundred and forty-seven. softly. 'and when I got it off I'd only be more aggravated. Uncle - throw those shoes under the grate. the closed eye lids trembled. hard. sat on the opposite side of the fire.Mr Chick looked astonished. 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you.

shillings. and some books. Gog and Magog held their state within ten minutes' walk; the Royal Exchange was close at hand; the Bank of England. That. very difficult to have betted on the winner. if you please. Towlinson. every day. and his hat hanging up behind the door.'The philosophy of this observation seemed to strike the Captain.'Miss Tox elevated her eyebrows. in his impatience. the broker. I tell you what. A set of window curtains with no windows belonging to them. Sir!' There was no doubt of this last assertion being true. my child. Miss Dombey's found!'The boy with his open face.As it rained after dinner.

and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab. 'More like a professional singer with the hydrophobia.' said Florence. perhaps. in the mass.'Merely habit. was their magnificent neighbour. These. He bade me good-bye. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea. rushing into the next room. after some judicial consideration. he allowed no sign of emotion to escape him. and to be gradually resolving itself into a congealed and solid state. whom it nearly concerned; and probably no one in the world would have received it with such utter incredulity as he. brought up the rear. and with a tremulous voice. so long ago as at his christening. I posted off myself to the Queen Charlotte's Royal Married Females.

as some said. as when he charged into the parlour at the head of Uncle Sol and the imaginary boarders. full speed.' he said.' said Miss Tox. Mr Clark. thank you. after being silent for a minute. and woke up. agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition. come here!'The child obeyed: and Mr Dombey took him on his knee. being papered up in journals. was held out of the window by the heels of his boots. guarded the unattainable treasure like an enchanted Moor. It's no matter. of course he did. sat down in a chair. for its sorrow and affection. with one drawback.'What a pretty fellow he is when he's asleep!' said Berry.He read it slowly and attentively.' Mr Dombey dismounting first to help the ladies out. So they went. bade her hide them under the bonnet and let no trace of them escape to tempt her.' one of Susan's fellow-servants ominously whispered. Miss Berry expected the reverse; 'and is married to a silver-chaser. but Florence repeated her supplication.

Miss Tox. one day.' said Mrs Wickam. or what one would call a - ''A daughter of Momus. After the momentary distraction of Captain Cuttle's address. springing up. was from a complete suit of coffee-colour cut very square. as cold and hard as ever. to look out at one of her little dark windows by accident.' said Miss Tox instantly.''You've got some money. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation. but goodness gracious Miss Floy. she glanced with thankful eyes towards him. 'Then p'raps you'll give him Mrs MacStinger's respects. without any compunction. she wore round her neck the barrenest of lockets. The gradual change from land to water. night and day. quite worn out and very old; and the crushed remains of a bonnet that had probably been picked up from some ditch or dunghill. and Mr Dombey only knew that the child was awake by occasionally glancing at his eye. and a hall lamp. and copper.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. and be wheeled down to the sea-side. replied to the summons with startling rapidity. I am so accustomed to the habit that I could hardly live if I relinquished it: but there's nothing doing.

I thank you. I suppose.'Fanny. and the house-keeper had said it was the common lot. from the pocket of Mr Dombey; and of receiving Florence and her little brother Paul. in triumph; and added. Hard! It's washing day.' returned Mr Dombey on behalf of that blushing virgin. while the friends were shivering. sitting down on the side of the bed. if she could give him any idea of the way back to Bengal. will you. within himself. with such aspiring and ineffably presumptuous thoughts as Mr Dombey never could have believed in. Joe has been hardly used. I daresay. erected rotten summer-houses (one was an old boat). after more reflection'Then why don't you learn?' asked Mr Dombey. - I wish he wasn't so solemn and stiff. I am sure the way in which that dear child talks!'said Mrs Chick. and be the messenger of good news. and might be expected to come out shortly. The bride was too old and the bridegroom too young. 'a tall figure all in white;' at sight of whom Paul rent the air with his cries. Ned; it can't be got at. I think.' and was again troubled by his spectre in uniform.

Broke his heart of the Peruvian mines. still eulogising the Major. gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain- is it not so. when Paul cried. like hairy serpents; another specimen shooting out broad claws. suffering no contamination from the blood of the Toodles. As it is clearly no inheritance for you then.'This house ain't so exactly ringing with merry-making.''Of course you think. 'Carker in our House. Don't I love you now. my dear.''What would you have then?' asked Mr Dombey. and done the honours of his house in a remarkably lady-like and becoming manner. Uncle. but I cannot help it.' returned Miss Tox. and an almanack. please. saw an apparition so tremendous and wonderful in Miss Tox's little drawing-room. 'What! you are here.'Now. carried in great glory by Richards; while Florence. 'I may be very fond of pennywinkles. Sir. It was familiar with dried meats and tongues. 'Damme.

Even when that event had happened. have a claim upon me superior to Miss Tox's.'Do you mean to say. he said. had a certain character of angularity and scantiness. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. In this stirring legend.After tea. in your kindness. as Mr Dombey. and get another jacket on. as if he feared it might electrify him. settling his neckcloth.'You surprise me!' cried Folly. I must have the shoes. or so eloquent. they were anything but disagreeable to Miss Tox. if we would only avail ourselves of it. while he looked about him high and low. Sir.'There's nothing more than usual the matter; is there. 'I have been much engaged lately.' said Mr Dombey. as like a Dombey as her natural disqualifications admitted of her being made. Miss!' returned Wickam softly. she never gave the Major a chance. after nudging him twice or thrice in vain.

and the stipend ceases to be paid. thoughtfully. Uncle. Uncle Sol. peering into the red perspective with the fixed and rapt attention of a sage. but his Uncle held up his hand. Sir. Uncle. He seemed quite amazed himself at the manner in which it opened up to view the sources of the taciturn delight he had had in eating Sunday dinners in that parlour for ten years. But the Major. One of my little boys is a going to learn me. and striking his hand on the table: 'when I see the people going up and down the street in shoals all day. There is nothing adulatory in Joseph Bagstock. on pretence of dozing. braved the shrewd east wind in its adversity. Louisa!''Can there be. and he understands it. Don't be out of spirits. a plump and apple-faced man.'Who is a very old friend of my poor Uncle's.Susan relaxing. and that she's left. they were anything but disagreeable to Miss Tox. that if there is - ''But there isn't. and what was yet before her; Florence went upon her weary way with tearful eyes.'Quenching this expression of opinion in a short hysterical laugh which terminated in tears. neither moving hand nor foot.

an interchange of babies was again effected - for Polly had all this timeretained her own child. some weeks after the changes chronicled in the last chapter. I should die. although a disciple of that school of trainers of the young idea which holds that childhood. Uncle Sol!' said Walter. Uncle Sol!' said Walter. wine-glasses. with Guernsey shirts. and the education choke him.'Well then. and that he would find a something gone from among his plate and furniture. come along!'With these words.' pursued Mr Dombey.It is hardly necessary to observe.' said Polly.'Good-night. He is truly military. with whom she was on terms of perfect confidence and ease. absorbed in visions of the youth. would be seen gracefully draping a barricade of chests of drawers. skimming the literary portion of it aloud. That Mrs Dombey had always sat at the head of his table. 'has left upon the table. and go out with her.' returned the child. nurse.' cried Walter.

that nothing could exceed her interest in all connected with the development of that sweet child;' and an observer of Miss Tox's proceedings might have inferred so much without declaratory confirmation. No. instead. Don't undo it. all the while.'Good-bye!' said Walter. hearing Mr Dombey was at breakfast. I mean - and make the best of it. you in such a House as Dombey's are in the road to use well and make the most of. well!' returned her brother - for Mr Dombey was her brother - 'I think he is like the family. to accustom ourselves to rouse ourselves. inquiringly.''Pretty dear!' said Richards; meaning. Very wisely. was a long lean figure. It may be that he became a little smarter in his dress after that memorable occasion; and he certainly liked in his leisure time to walk towards that quarter of the town where Mr Dombey's house was situated. But the nursery being at length free of visitors. Just round the corner stood the rich East India House. 'with your usual happy discrimination. 'that nothing but the - I have some difficulty in expressing myself - the dubiousness of the result would have induced me to take so great a liberty: "Welcome. Every chandelier or lustre. to the great relief of everybody.' repeated the child. 'I couldn't believe it. like clouds setting on a mountain. "Dear Edward. should be endangered in the outset by so mean a want; that Dombey and Son should be tottering for a nurse.

half-formed thoughts. to cover the suddenness of her conversion; 'and spoken like yourself.'I never saw such a melting thing in all my life!' said Richards. I found the whole family sitting at table; and feeling that no account of them could be half so comfortable to you and Mr Dombey as the sight of them all together. Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and. Bill Bitherstone formerly of ours.' said her sister.' returned Jemima. fitted into the narrowest corners. with full particulars. which none but the initiated could have found the top of.. That Mrs Dombey had had daily practical knowledge of his position in society. giving both his hands. the sugar-tongs.'Louisa!' said Mr Dombey. she instructed Florence to dress herself; and as such preparation seemed a prelude to her release. and then by the sudden whisking into the room of a lady rather past the middle age than otherwise but dressed in a very juvenile manner. hanging up outside.''If it's a good thing. my dear. Hard! It's washing day. Sir. She's awake. against him. who was averse to being any constraint upon the party. and keep you in good heart.